Snowfall; On the big red wedding platform, the footprints of the competition had been stepped on cleanly, but now, a thin layer of snow flakes has fallen.

Nangong Qiu, who is as red as flowers. Shen Ruoxiao, who was as red as blood. The handsome boy who is as white as ice and snow. It seemed that there were only these three people left on the wedding stage, and even King Yan and the princess disappeared from everyone's sight.

The young man smiled kindly, saluted first, and then drew the Qingling Sword in his hand.

The white crystal light, through the heavy snow, the cold air was shining, and every flying snowflake shone with that cold cold light.

He said, "The name of the sword is Glacier; I grew up deep in the Kunlun Mountains. However, the name of the autumn wind, I have known it since I was a child. ”

Shen Ruoyu took off the autumn wind and slowly drew out the long sword.

Snowfall; The dazzling golden blade of the sword, between the swirling, thousands of rays of sunlight scattered between heaven and earth.

Kunlun Mountain, the place where beautiful jade is produced.

The young man in front of him is indeed a flawless jade.

There is also the long sword glacier in his hand, which is cold and overwhelming.

Good is like water. Isn't glacier the source of all water?

Autumn wind on the sword. This time, the autumn wind is going to face off with the water, which is higher or lower?

He smiled faintly: "The autumn wind has admired glaciers for thousands of years. ”

The young man smiled lightly and stopped talking, just standing still in place, ready to make a move, or waiting for Shen Ruoxiao to make a move.

A foot away, the snow is drenching; The bright red Shen Ruoxiao was inserted on the wedding platform, and he also stood quietly, looking at each other.

Nangong Qiu looked at the two of them in surprise and worry, standing there, also motionless.

Thousands of people were silent, nervously gazing at the three statues on the platform in the snow.

A trembling sound, slight but clear and resolute; Then there was an equally slight, extremely cautious and incomparably decisive sound of the palace, piercing through the sky, piercing through the snow, and trembling throughout the square.

Everyone was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at the Duanli Gate Tower.

Only the three ice-sculpture-like people on the wedding platform did not react, still like ice sculptures, quietly looking at each other.

The handsome young man obviously knew that such a vigorous piano sound would sound. Shen Ruoyu heard the sound of the piano and did not look back; He knew that it was the old man, the young master, who was on the high mountain beam of the Duanli Gate, watching the duel between the apprentice and the Yibin Lang on the wedding platform, and leisurely stirring the strings. In such a situation, with only two notes, he can immediately distinguish a song "Guangling San", like the wind in the sky, like falling snowflakes, born naturally.

Nangong Qiu, who is also proficient in the piano, only sighed in his heart, the sound of the piano in "Guangling San", this situation and this scene, is just right, like the effect of poetry and literature. She had no interest in who the piano was or what its intentions were; She only paid attention to the sound of the piano falling with the snowflakes, the red and the white.

The sound of the piano crept forward; Step by step, not in a hurry, landing carefully, but not restrained. It seems that he has a plan in mind, and he is proceeding little by little, but he must not be in a hurry, and he needs a thousand points of stability and ten thousand points of determination. It is as if he is observing, observing all the environment, observing the behavior of the opponent, the slightest movement, observing the timing. It's like waiting, waiting for the time to come, success or failure.

In the Duanlimen Square in the sound of the piano, thousands of people were silent.

Snow falls. The three people on the stage still didn't move.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, Yan Zhongzi met the chivalrous Nie Zhenghou and begged to kill Han Xiangxia. Nie Zheng rejected Yan Zhongzi because his mother was still there. A few years later, Zheng's mother died. After the funeral, he said: "The soldier should die for his confidant," and went to South Korea with a sigh of relief, but the assassin was tired and unsuccessful, and died of self-determination. The chivalrous man was tired of asking for the name and surname of the assassin, and when Nie Zheng's sister heard it, she went to the political corpse and said: "The concubine is afraid of the punishment of death, and the name of the virtuous brother will be destroyed!" He died next to Nie Zheng's corpse.

As a result, there is the ancient song "Guangling San".

Jin Ji Kang Shanqin. Sima Zhao wanted to make it, but Kang was evil and treacherous, but he was not summoned, so he ordered him to be arrested and escorted to the execution ground. His friend Xiang Ziqi later wrote in "Thinking of the Old Fu": "Mourning the eternal resignation of Ji Sheng, playing the piano in the shadow of the sun." Before Ji Kang was sentenced, Suo Qin wrote a song for "Guangling San", and sighed: ""Guangling San" will never be seen again! "If you break the piano, you will be killed.

It's this song "Guangling San". How high is that old way's piano skills; In Duanlimen Square, all the people breathed and heartbeat with the rhythm of the piano, nervous in the tension of the piano, and quiet in the calmness of the piano.

The three people on the stage, like three snow-covered statues, are still motionless.

However, in his heart, Shen Ruoliao and the opponent in front of him were already fighting fiercely; There was the sonorous sound of swords colliding in my ears, and there was not the slightest sound of the piano. The gaze is like a sword, alternating between the two. It's just that this gaze is coming, seeing that every inch of the other person, from the tip of the hair to the sole of the shoe, has never moved a little from beginning to end, but in the breath, with the tremor of the air, he senses what kind of internal force is wandering on the other person's body, how it accumulates, how it lurks; Hear the slightest change in each other's breathing and heartbeat, so as to be aware of what each other is thinking, what kind of goal, how to attack and defend, and how to plan.

He had never fought with anyone like this. What a master.

Nangong Qiu stood quietly, just watching, thinking about nothing.

She knew what winning or losing meant to her at the moment. Who does she want to win?

At this moment, she didn't feel anything, just looked at it intently, detached, as if everything had nothing to do with her, and yet she was so deeply interested. She didn't think about anything, just single-mindedly, staring intently at the two of them.

a long, slow sound; The subtle effect, the power of accumulating water into an abyss. The sound of the piano became slower and deeper. On the stage, the space of imagination slowly quieted down, and the duel in the mind ended quietly, without distinguishing the winner or loser. Thousands of spectators, with the sound of the piano, gradually held their breath.

The long-suppressed strings finally sank to the bottom. The heavy snow continued indifferently, as if it had buried the heavens and the earth deeply.

A slight tentative horn sound, quietly occurring at the bottom.

Nothing seemed more natural, more silent, more unobtrusive than this twist.

The autumn wind suddenly swirled, and the "bang" shook the earth, and the glacier that shot at the same time shallow neck, and immediately separated, one red and one white, and the two figures instantly shook into a uniform pink with the snow, and it was no longer distinguishable.

The tempo of the piano was much faster, extremely nervous, but not too fast, because of the long-planned plan, there was no panic, and it was not intense. Everything was only expected for a long time, and even now, everyone can already feel the end, although no one can say who will win, but everyone feels that no matter which side wins, the result is not surprising.

Huge snowflakes swept across the sky indiscriminately. The wind swirled in the pink figure, sweeping away in all directions, and the snow fluttered. Nangong Qiu was not careful, and the red hijab that was lifted to the top of his head was mercilessly snatched away by the wind and snow, thrown into the air, and flew irretrievably to the sky in an instant, disappearing in a flash, leaving only a beautiful phoenix crown on his head, and a red bride's dress hunting and dancing in the wind.

Which of the entangled pink shadows was her lover?

At this moment, she can clearly only see one person, one figure.

Her eyes widened in confusion, and she stared quietly at the figure.

The sound of the piano flickered high and low, flickering bright and dark, suddenly deafening, suddenly faint as a whisper, but all the changes were natural, as if everyone had expected the change to happen, without the slightest abruptness. Maybe it's like Yan Zhongzi, who foresaw that Nie Zheng would reject him, but still went, and was generously courteous, and many years later, when Nie Zheng dedicated himself to him, he was not surprised; Maybe it's like Nie Zheng himself, although he has not been triggered, he has been thinking about it in his heart for many years, until the moment when the sword went straight to the front of Xia Ti, he knew that he would definitely lose.

Many times the unknown is a wonderful, a surprise, a beauty, but the unknown will never have the bleakness and grandeur of the known.

After a whirlwind, the sound of the piano suddenly sank to a low point, and it paused quietly, naturally and just right. Before heaven and earth had time to blink, the pink mass suddenly disappeared, but it was clear that two figures, one red and one white, stood quietly on the wedding platform, as if they had never been entangled together, as if everything had always been like this, and nothing had happened. The snow was still falling indifferently.

However, in an instant, Nangong Qiu still saw the change: one red and one white, the two of them had just fought for a very short time, and when they were separated at this moment, they were already panting, sweating, and soaking through the clothes on their bodies. The traces of consumption were so obvious that others could see it. Dao Yan involuntarily took two steps and got a lot closer to the two. Lu Jiang had already stood up from his seat uneasily.

Just a momentary pause that is imperceptible; The sound of the piano sounded high again, as if a glacier was melting, and the clear stream from the top of the mountain was flowing down from the top of the mountain, becoming more and more rapid and wide, until it was magnificent. The two swords of the two people are no longer as close as they were just now, but they are much soothed, and one move and one style, at this moment, women and children who have no martial arts can see it clearly. Stepping on the sound of the piano, the glacier unhurriedly sent to Shen Ruoyu's eyebrows; Although it is extremely slow, it is soaked in the threat of death, and there is no way to avoid the invincible edge; He did not shy away, the autumn wind in his hand had reached the neckline of the other party, and the internal force had penetrated the spinal cord. The glacier swirls and the sound of the piano falls; The autumn wind seems to be soft, obediently sticking to the side blade of the glacier, and the sound of the piano turns around; But the glacier wants to rise and retreat to its chest; Qiu Feng saw his scheming, and he planned to follow the vine and touch the melon, and smashed the golden dragon; The glacier lies horizontally, digesting the edge of the autumn wind, the sound of the piano is dull, and the pace is difficult; The autumn wind nailed itself to the broad blades of the glacier, rising and falling with the glacier.

The sound of the piano fell into confusion, and the slight string seemed to be thinking, sighing. Suddenly, with a strong plucking and heavy sighs, the glacier skillfully got rid of the autumn wind, and it was already in Shen Ruoyu's throat in an instant. Shen Ruoyu was slightly on one side, and the cold tip of the sword slashed across the root of his ear. He smiled slightly and said softly:

"You've lost."

The sound of the piano has stopped. The young man stood in place, the glacier still staying under Shen Ruoyu's ears, cutting off a strand of his hair, hanging down, and the big red turban hanging down from the back of his head, shivering lightly in the heavy snow. In his chest, Qiu Feng was already firmly pressed against his heart, and the tip of the sword was sunk into his clothes, and he could feel a slight tingling in his skin.

He thought the glacier had escaped the autumn wind; It turned out that he fell for the autumn wind and sent his chest under the tip of the opponent's sword without any obstacles.

The snow was still falling, chaotic, but it seemed like there was no life. There was a dead silence between heaven and earth. Everyone looked motionlessly at the two still men. The winner has been decided, and the sound of the piano never seems to have sounded. It seems that from the beginning, the two people, one red and one white, were in such a posture, and they never moved.

Two people put away their swords at the same time. The young man was still standing in place, looking at Shen Ruoliao, and said:

"The autumn wind is really strong; I lost. ”

Shen Ruoyu's heart moved slightly. He said, "I conceded; I'm lucky. ”

The young man shook his head and smiled cheerfully: "It's not luck, it's strength." Luck favors only the strong. ”

He glanced at Nangong Qiu unwillingly, and said:

"I'm not going to give up, though. I am not as good as you in martial arts, but in other aspects, I will continue to fight and win her heart sooner or later. ”

Shen Ruoyu said coldly: "You have to apologize to the county lord and King Yan first; Otherwise, you don't want to leave here today. ”

The young man was silent for a while, nodded helplessly, and was just about to walk in front of Nangong Qiu, when suddenly a strong wind rushed towards Shen Ruoyu. He subconsciously turned around, but caught a guqin from the air.

The old road had already left the mountain beam of the city tower, like a fairy, and together with the goose feather-like snowflakes, it floated down from mid-air and landed steadily on the happy platform.

"Lord Yibinlang, it's not over yet," he said coldly.

Shen Ruoyu put the piano down and looked at the old Tao in front of him. He is about half a hundred years old, with a clear face, slender eyebrows and eyes, like a painted immortal, with a straight nose, two thick beards on his lips, and sharp eyes.

Shen Ruoyu said respectfully and coldly: "Senior, I have an appointment with your apprentice in advance, if I win, I want him to apologize to the county lord and King Yan; All the people of the city can bear witness to me. Do you want your apprentice to break the contract? ”

The old man said proudly: "You are just lucky, and you just won a game from him." If you can beat me all the same, then you really win. ”

The young man timidly said behind Master, "Master, but I did lose. ”

"Shut up," the old man scolded. The boy did not dare to say anything more.

The old Taoist looked at Shen Ruoliao and said coldly: "I don't compare martial arts with you; Shen Rufeng's son, of course you know how to use martial arts to bully others. You have the ability, you and I compare the piano skills, and let the world see and see, in addition to this little martial arts, is there anything else you can get your hands on. ”

"Piano art?" Shen Ruoyu was inexplicable.

The old man nodded. "Right here. I've played a song, now it's your turn. How good a person's mental integrity is, all can be reflected in the sound of the piano. Ordinary people may not be able to hear that His Royal Highness King Yan, Lord Yao, and Master Dao Yan here are all people who are well versed in music and rhythm, and they will be able to hear the difference between superior and inferior. You can't fool me, and you can't fool them. If you win, I should apologize to the county lord and His Royal Highness King Yan for the previous rudeness. If you lose, you yourself have a word first, and everyone in the world will wait to see if you are also like Shen Rufeng, the covenant of life and death is not believed, as if it is commonplace. ”

Shen Ruoyu looked back; King Yan was staring at him intently, not saying a word, just waiting quietly. Lord Yao was staring intently at the old man, with a strange expression, as if he was going to dig out gold from him. But the old man didn't even look at him. On the side of the stage, Master Dao Yan stood still as always, indifferent.

Shen Ruoyu stopped talking, sat silently on the ground in the heavy snow, put the piano horizontally on his lap, and gently plucked the strings.

The jade bead falls into the ancient well - a good piano. In fact, after listening to the song "Guangling San", he didn't need to try it out again.

It's been a long time since I've played the piano. The last time in my memory was in the bamboo forest in Xiaoyao Valley, a song "Rain Hitting Basho", Qiu'er said it was too bleak. Then, under the Mid-Autumn Festival, by the Bishui Pavilion, the song "Autumn Moon on the Peaceful Lake" made Qiu'er tears ripple. A few days later, at Qiu'er's request, he stroked this song again in the bamboo forest, so he had today's wedding with her.

Again, it was too far away—three years ago, on that sunny spring day, half a month before the storm and snowstorm raged on March 12. On the top of the flying rock on the top of the rain peak, a song "Flowing Water", plus a song "Thorn Qin", called the frightened Qing'er for him, and it also became his farewell song to the past.

Today, it really seems that a new life is beginning, a new beginning of everything. Why did he want to marry Qiu'er as his wife and go through so many tests?

Everyone was quietly waiting for him. The Buddha beads in Dao Yan's hand turned down silently one by one, and turned down. Huge snowflakes also fell silently and silently.

Shen Ruoyu put the autumn breeze on the table in front of him and stared quietly for a moment.

The goodness is like water, and the sword is in the autumn wind.

God is idle, and the world is quiet. The jade finger is the ice string, and the intention of the palace has been passed on.

He lowered his head, concentrated on the strings, and slowly plucked the three palace notes.

At this moment, only "Flowing Water" can arouse all his senses and penetrate the qi, blood and strength throughout his body.

It's been three years; At the beginning, he didn't know what flowing water was, although he faced it every day and listened to it day and night, he couldn't understand the soul of flowing water.

Do you have to have an experience to have an epiphany?

Three years of experience. From the bottom of the filthy and smelly to the incomparably vast blue sky and white sun, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The surging Han River outside Xiangyang City and the murmuring Sword River in the Xiaoyao Valley also made him realize in embarrassment and depression what is good.

Cruel as stormy waves, insidious as an undercurrent whirlpool, plain as clear water in a cup, quiet as a lake in the mountains, noble as the source of ice and snow, broad as a river, warm as a spring night rain.

And this lonely snowfall.

In short, it is the root of all things, the source of life, nourishing all beings on the earth, and constantly overturning and destroying the world, from which everything is born and everything dies. He is irresistible, pervasive, invisible and untraceable. He is always changing in response to the outside world, so he has always maintained himself and never changed because of the outside world.

Good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is in the way.

Dwelling in a good place, having a good heart, being kind and benevolent, being kind and believing, being good in governance, doing good things, and moving in good times.

The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially.

There is no especially, but good for all things. Indisputable, but not inaction.

The philosophy of flowing water, the Zen machine of flowing water.

The old man just listened to the first sentence, and sighed silently in his heart, giving up his efforts to fight for the disciples.

This is a high-level appearance, and the sound of this piano is the same as this martial art, which has been perfected and unparalleled in the world. Perhaps among the thousands of people in this square, it is difficult for a few people to hear what is high or low; However, as a true master, he will not deny the facts.

He has willingly thrown in the towel.

Although this could not eliminate the innate antipathy towards Shen Ruoyu in his heart.

Shen Ruoyu had completely forgotten his existence. He had even completely forgotten about Nangong Qiu's existence. Snowflakes fall on the strings. In his eyes, there were no strings now, only the autumn wind in front of him.

Three years ago, I was really shallow.

He has melted into the sound of the flowing water piano together with the flying snow, with the silent heaven and earth, and with the ten thousand people and all things between the heaven and the earth.

Dao Yan listened in surprise and silence. A year ago, he first met Shen Ruoyu who was offering incense to his mother in Qingshou Temple, and the two of them had a conversation, and now, he seems to feel that this young man's heart has undergone a huge change.

What that was changing, he couldn't tell. But he clearly knows that he has lived for more than 60 years, but it is the first time that he has heard someone play "Flowing Water" so widely, so far-reaching, and so permanent.

What kind of broad-mindedness, what lofty aspirations, and what profound comprehension should a person have to play such a piano sound? Is it possible for this seemingly simple and weak young man in front of him to do this? Why did he surprise and surprise himself so much? Did the sound of the harp really come from his fingers?

Dao Yan couldn't help but glance at Zhu Di; Yan Wang Zhenglong's eyebrows were tightened, his eyes were blurred, and he stared at Shen Ruoliao intently, with a slight surprise and deep thought hidden in his expression.

The snow is fluttering. The majestic Duanli Gate Tower has blurred the heavy snow. There was a haze and silence between heaven and earth, as if there were no living beings, as if all living beings were jumping and galloping happily, but there was no sound.

Sad and flowing, writing a few eternal meanings. Returning sleepless, the aftermath of the night is in my ears.

It took a long time for people to realize that the sound of "Flowing Water" had stopped silently. Not a single one spoke. No one moved. Between heaven and earth, as if in the heavy snow, it has become a statue of silence and an eternity of contemplation.

Shen Ruoxiao was silent for a long time, took the piano away, stood up, Qiu Feng hung back on the golden hook of his belt, and glanced back at Nangong Qiu.

Qiu'er stood stunned, as if she hadn't recovered from the sound of the piano, and a layer of white snowflakes formed on the phoenix crown.

Shen Ruo sighed silently. He put his hands in front of the old man, and said politely:

"The younger generation is ugly; I would like to ask the seniors to correct it. ”

The old man looked at him for a moment, took the harp, ignored him, turned back to his disciple and said:

"Do what you have to do."

The young man came to his senses at this time, hurriedly walked in front of Nangong Qiu, and bowed heavily:

"A reckless person, rude and rude, ignorant of the world, and even less aware of the severity, disturbed the wedding of His Royal Highness the county lord, and hurt His Highness's face, all of which were caused by sincere love, and were by no means intended to collide and frighten His Highness, and I hope His Highness will forgive. If there is a chance to compensate in the future, I am willing to lead the horse for His Highness, and I will have no complaints. ”

After apologizing, he raised his head, looked directly at Nangong Qiu's face honestly, and said, "Your Royal Highness, we will have a meeting later." ”

With that, he got up to leave, but the autumn wind was already across his chest.

"And His Royal Highness King Yan," Shen Ruoyu said coldly.

The young man thought about it, turned around, and faced King Yan, but he just made a simple salute, and without even bending his waist, he turned around and left again. Shen Ruoyu was about to intercept him, but Zhu Di suddenly stopped him.

"Ruo Xiao, let him go," said King Yan, "Shan Ye Qingshi, it is okay to be unruly in terms of secular etiquette. ”

Only then did Shen Ruoyu retract the autumn breeze and watch the young man and the old man step down together. The crowd automatically and silently made a way, allowing the two of them to drift away. Yao Biao instinctively stood up, opened his mouth as if he wanted to call something, but hesitated, after all, he didn't make a sound, sighed softly, and sat back down.

The clever Ma Sanbao had already reacted and lost no time in shouting:

"Yi Binlang won—"

The generals and soldiers under King Yan in the audience immediately cheered in unison, and soon, the people around them were also deeply affected and chanted enthusiastically. The soldiers on the city tower and the wall of the South Palace, whose view was blocked by the flying snow, also beat drums loudly and cheered.

The young man who lost followed the master away to Xitai, and reluctantly glanced back at Nangong Qiu. At this moment, Shen Ruoyu suddenly saw that Nangong Qiu secretly glanced at the opponent who was leaving.

He couldn't say that something was rushing up in his heart. He walked up to her, did not speak, but stretched out his arms and wrapped her tightly into his arms.

Nangong Qiu struggled for a moment, then stopped resisting and pressed softly against his chest. The crowd in the square burst into laughter. Zhu Di, who had been frowning deeply, also smiled, got up and left his seat, walked in front of them, and said:

"Ruoxiao, this time, Lone really wants to congratulate you and Qiu'er."

Shen Ruoyu let go of his embrace, still holding Nangong Qiu's hand tightly, reluctant to let go.

Zhu Di looked at him meaningfully and said:

"If it is one's own, it will never be allowed to be violated or taken away by others. What you want, you must also fight for it, and you must have the ability to get it. - Good boy, you're a bit like me. ”

Shen Ruoxiao's face was slightly red. He whispered:

"It's just enough to slap me in the face, and I also slap Qiu'er and you in the face in public; If I don't kill his majesty, I'm still a man. ”

Zhu Di smiled: "That's also a great stunned boy." However, if he wants to rob you, he is still far away. He was a talent, and Lone wanted to ask his name, but he ran first. Young people are still thin-skinned. ”

Shen Ruoyu said worriedly: "I will definitely see you again in the future." He's already said he'll come again, he'll fight me to the end, and it's endless. ”

Zhu Di laughed: "What are you worried about?" Didn't you already win him? In terms of character, in terms of intelligence, what else can you not compare to him? You're quite humble. The next time he comes back, be sure to ask for his name. If it were possible, I would also like to meet this stunned boy and his eccentric master. ”

Yao Biao heard it on the side, wanted to interject, hesitated, gave up again, never spoke, just sat aside and frowned.

Zhu Di walked to Lu Jiang's side, and Lu Jiang hurriedly stood up and wanted to kneel. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her, and said with a smile:

"Mother-in-law, you have such a wonderful son, I really want to thank you. Let's go into the palace together, the princess and I have prepared a wedding feast, let's have a drink together and bless the couple. ”

After that, he ordered Ma Sanbao and Luo Yang to prepare for the return to the palace, and at the same time invited four court officials to the banquet together. Zhang Yu and Xie Gui, who were greatly embarrassed in the competition, naturally refused King Yan's invitation very respectfully. Zhang Xin said very sincerely that he really wanted to go home to accompany his mother, and if he had the opportunity next time, he would definitely have a good exchange with General Zhu Neng. Jing Qing didn't say anything, politely declined King Yan's invitation, and left with the other three.